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It is August 27th, 1996.
Orion Carling is reminiscing the only way he still knows how.
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The author is also reminiscing a bit. Originally written in 2025 with a dear friend who I haven't spoken to in a long while.- Language:
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But, once he knew, once Glenn's secret had been bared to him and there was no taking it back. Daryl had asked.
“Are you happier? As Glenn?”
And Glenn was.
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Daryl learning he may or may not be a little bit nonbinary but it takes a few steps to get there.
I continue to be a Darlenn writing machine they oughta lock me up by this point -
13 days, 16 hours, 47 minutes by xideonpi for TargetForce
Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV)
08 Dec 2025
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All it took was a single bullet, but not in his head. Right in the foot, right where Glenn had been putting all of his shots. It was surprisingly effective, it didn't kill fast, it was surprisingly livable. Anyone could survive a shot to the foot.
Would it really be on Glenn's hands if they couldn't figure it out? That was a question for later.
The bat, the bat. It clattered to the ground as Negan yelled, cursing about how he was going to really kill Glenn. How could he do that if he didn't even have a weapon?
The weight of the bat was comfortable in Glenn's hands. Maybe he would've liked doing baseball in another life. Or maybe that was just because of his build. Lithe and good at running. It sure was enough back then, back when all he amounted to was how many items he could collect on a list.
But now Shane was gone. Ed was gone, Amy and Andrea were gone, Jacqui was gone, Dale was gone. Hershel was gone.
He wasn't a list anymore. He wasn't a runner anymore. He was Glenn Rhee-Dixon. He was Rhee-Dixon Yeong-Ho.
And he was pissed.
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Glenn kills Negan yay :3
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This was different. Wrong.
Daryl crying wasn't wrong. It was the way he cried. Gasping for breath while trembling hands desperately gripped handfuls of half-melted snow. His back rippled as muscles kept tensing and relaxing. Every brief brush of the wind against gnarled scars made this low whine bubble from his throat.
Daryl didn't whine. He barked, he growled, he snarled and gnashed his teeth.
But at this moment he sounded more like a kicked puppy than the dog that always guarded himself, even when his tail was tucked between his legs and his ears were pulled back in fear. He always growled, he always snarled.
Except now.
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I am a machine that has suddenly decided to start turning every second of downtime into Daryl Dixon angst. I am so sorry for this.
Shoutout to the 2 people I've been shooting little bits of this back and forth two y'all are beloved <3 -
"My Poor Little Brother" - A Poem Questionably in Michael Afton's POV by xideonpi
Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's
05 May 2022
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Michael laments the Bite of '83 in poem form. C.C. isn't mentioned by name at all, so go ham on his name. The prompt was "Childhood Memory", and I did this because most of the major life lesson stuff isn't all that interesting. Michael Afton's childhood though? >:)
Free Verse mess because I wanted to differentiate from the last one.
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- Part 2 of Poetry I write for my English class
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Nobody read these they SUCK and are BAD trust they're not good
(Description from like 2021)
Poetry I write for my class, mostly FNAF themed, might have other fandoms involved, but mainly FNAF.I teach my English Teacher the FNAF lore without really teaching her the FNAF lore.
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"This was the price to pay to maybe, maybe, maybe one day be accepted as part of the group. He just had to show them that he could be useful, he could be good. He could rise above the curse of being a Dixon, he could make them forget the unpleasantness that stuck to his skin more stubbornly than dirt. If he tried hard enough, maybe they could stop thinking about how stupid and rash and undeserving he was. And even if they couldn’t, maybe they could simply overlook it, overlook him, forget that they were supposed to have an opinion on him in the first place. He would never give them another reason to cast him out. Then, he could stay."
Or, the one in which Daryl overworks himself and the group deals with the aftermath.
Set in between season 2 and 3 (before the prison).Bookmarked by xideonpi
25 Dec 2025
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BUHHHH
This is so good oh my goddddd
Never have I felt sick while reading a fic, but this fic left me nauseous and wanting to curl up and CRY in the best way possible.
I don't often read fics before they're finished, but this was recommended and DAMNNN this is THE fic. This is THE Daryl fic to fuel my brain for the next few weeks
Praise author for this, I wish I could send more kudos because this work deserveesss itttt -
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“Your crew mate is fine, by the way, should you want to know.”
A chill runs up Curly’s spine at the nurse’s words, torn muscles trying to contort him into a shudder. Jimmy— is Jimmy alive? Did he somehow…
No. No, no, no. Please no.
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No matter how much Curly tries to prepare himself, he isn’t ready for the terror of facing Jimmy.
Turns out, he is even less prepared for the shocked grief of seeing Anya.
[The two ghosts of the Tulpar return to Earth and try to mend what remains.]
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- Part 1 of that unwanted animal
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29 Aug 2025
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What ISN'T there to say about and the door below it splinters? It's 33k words of the most peam fanfiction I've ever read. 11/10, this shit singlehandedly carried my Mouthwashing hyperfocus from November to February i fear.
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You work at an animal shelter. You love all your fuzzy buddies and can't imagine a better job for yourself than looking after cats and dogs all day, even when the work is hard and often gross. What can you say? You've got a lot of love to give!
You're just not quite sure yet how you feel about the new monster who's been helping out these days, and this riddle wrapped up in an enigma is something you just can't resist investigating...
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- Part 1 of ~Soft Horrortale~
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29 Aug 2025
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This is, no fucking shit, the single best piece of xReader fanfiction I have had the pleasure of reading.
When I think about the fics that changed me, this one tops the list EVERY time.
This fic, and Horrortale in general, quite literally inspired my career (which is, surprisingly, not geology-)
It's a beautiful read, examines thehumanmonster condition in ways I didn't think about, and inspires a lot of the stories I'm currently making, as well as the direction I go into with my interpretations of the Undertale Multiverse.
Thank you, this shit goes so hard and is so peam.